HISTORICAL FICTION WEEK #4: Don’t get bogged down in research

With the blaze now rising to the upper stories of the building, Edward leapt into action. First, he kicked off his shoes – the plastic soles would be sure to melt in the heat of the fire. Next, he tore a strip from his pinstriped suit and wrapped it round his face to prevent smoke inhalation. This meant removing his glasses; he cursed that he hadn’t worn his contact lenses today.
‘You’re not... going in, are you?’ Hobbington asked, aghast. Edward nodded grimly.
‘There might be people in there,’ he said through the cloth covering his mouth. He dug into his pocket. ‘Could you hold my keys?’ he asked. Hobbington took the bunch of keys. ‘Oh, and my mobile?’
Just as Edward was about to dash into the heart of the blaze, he heard a noise in the sky above. Spinning around, he looked for the source of the muffled thudding. There, emerging from behind London’s famous Eiffel Tower, was a rescue helicopter.


  1. This reminds me of a book I read once that was supposed to be a medieval mystery, where the solution to the crime was based entirely on the exact time in which various people had seen things (and by exact I mean "at 9:15, not 9:30", not "at dawn, at dusk"). Oh, the horror...

  2. Hey! Since when did Stephenie Meyer start writing historical fiction?

    (If you don't believe me, just read Rosalie's backstory. SMeyer apparently thinks bankers were well off during the Great Depression--despite the fact that banks were the hardest hit by the crash.)

  3. storeys not stories!

  4. This isn't all that different from #2....

  5. Um, the second episode in this series, that is.